Hands

By Elva White

August, 1943

Hands to hold a baby
Soft and silky and sweet
Hands to guide a little son's
Stumbling feet

Hands to make a loaf of bread
Crusty brown and steaming
Hands to mold a butter pat
Yellow gleaming

Hands to fill a husband's needs
Hands to fold in prayer
Hands to hold a lover's heart
Safe from straying.



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